Do you remember how you zapped out of the exam hall and it looked like you read nothing and know nothing of the questions on the exam papers staring at you?
This is a blank state.
And gradually with time, you begin to fill in the gaps till you arrive at a whole.
A state of the mind that calls for re strategizing, mapping out your thought plans and taking a clue from situations and people around. This is also the time you decide who your friends really are and watch them afar, you also get to think about what aspect of life you should reconsider.
This is the time for some kind of life blanks. And no frivolity or wishy wash will pass through these blanks. Because it becomes irritant. Suddenly your attention span to some things becomes short and you get restless and a bit worried about nothing and something in particular. If you feed well, you can think well and reach out. If you feed wrong, you think amiss and end up polluting yourself and others with irrelevance.
I think it is someone who cannot properly harness his inner energies to fill in the blanks and feed well that goes about in all rounds wherever, spewing salad( a mixture of confused concoctions; my def), meaning unwell.
There’s that time the sky darkens over, lugubrious clouds hanging low blocking out even the littlest hope of sun rays. It’s a cycle, this thing. Rainfall, sunshine, the cloud spilling darkness over everywhere, a darkness that grows even now across my heart. Something always brings us to this point, the point where perspective change.
I’ve always believed that the night was just a break for the day. So I looked forward to each day every night. I looked forward to the morning when your cries ceased, when you managed to smile. I lived for those times, those mornings, those days, those rays of invaluable sunshine. You even joked and laughed then. The night was just a break, however terrible, that was all it was.
Perhaps our roughest moments are not those that defy us but ones that mar us to define us.
Maybe the cries we stifle inside carries the weight of unspoken sighs.
Do you think if you let go, you will fall flat on your face without walking aglow?
Perhaps the beautiful times are forgotten and the harder times are remembered only to become more beautiful than it used to be.
What if it is all a facade, a myth or anything and you are living a dream you are yet to realise?
Why hope for a better tomorrow when today is gone and tomorrow is here?
33 years and a 40; Jesus and Moses. But why are rushing, sighing, grasping the wind and emptying it into a basket?
So Solomon said vanity is vanity and you agreed your vanity is vain because you seek things that are vain and your vanity will not let your vain rest so you become vanity in all that is vanity, all is vanity.
Maybe you should kill your fears and be re born. How many times should you turn the other cheek? Seventy times seven. How many times should you try just one more time and live?
Over seventy, times seventy times seven. Till you be a god. The one you denied long time ago.
Just clear the fog in your eyes, it is nice to know how everything will make sense eventually and karma don’t need to bother.
Karma, they say is a bitch! So is common sense, when it is not common.
Regardless of who we are and the things we want, our sense of reasoning should never cloud our sense of judgement.
Judgement? Should we even judge at all? Maybe we could sit down and think about certain things in our lives that are not right and judge them.
Judge that, not other people. Judge your own flaws, the one that keeps slapping you in the face when you point a finger. Judge your shortcomings, the one that made you fail so many times. Judge your fears, the one that tears up your face embarrassing your kind. Judge your speech, the one that says garbage and sense at the same time. Judge your impact, affluence, influence or a downturn? Judge your presence, what story does it tell in your absence. Judge every damn thing that the judge of your life will query you for.
Not think about the irrelevancies and unworthy stuffs that crawls up on the edge of our lives, stealing away moments. But our sense of reasoning, the one that determines good versus evil births some kind of judgement. So why not judge you? When you judge yourself, you reach that point where you have to judge no more.
Because a constant check in your mortal self will keep you in check. So when karma comes crawling like a bitch, it doesn’t bitch you out. And when common sense is not so common, you will make a lot of sense.